The college I currently attend is very racially diverse, and that is one of the reasons I love it. I myself am half Cypriot and half Indian, born and raised in England with two sets of immigrant grandparents, so adapting to and celebrating different cultures has always been an integral part of my life. I came to college with a very multicultural friendship group, with friends from India, England, South Africa and Hong Kong.
One of the things that I found remarkable about my college (at least on the surface) was that not only did it acknowledge this diversity, but also celebrated it. I was taken aback by the numerous focus groups, EDI boards and clubs, and initially, I felt inspired by the richness around me. However, this feeling quickly faded.
I first became concerned when our tutor was presented with a lesson on Black History Month. Personally, I have never been keen on Black History Month – I have never been able to relate to it, and all the historical figures shown seemed to have been crammed in as a progressive tokenism.
The slideshow itself was typical – a few pieces of information on the Windrush Generation and the discrimination they had to endure once arriving in the U.K. My issue came when we had to discuss the slides.
Our tutor (who happened to be white) expressed his inability to teach the slides properly due to his white privilege, claiming that he “was the problem”. Immediately, I could feel every other white student seize up. My white friend looked at me awkwardly, as if she wanted to speak, but was unable to. I recognised that with that one claim, the entire conversation had been silenced – our tutor’s guilt had unfairly been projected onto every student who happened to share his skin colour.
I raised my hand and respectfully pointed out the toxicity of the tutor’s statement. I elaborated that, assuming that he had not committed racism against another individual, he had no reason to apologise. To assume that he had wronged me simply by being born with less melanin than I had, and thus deny him access to the conversation, was as morally flawed as the logic used to deny African Americans access to restaurants and seating areas in the Jim Crow Era. Of course, I stated my race to validate such a statement, something I have always hated doing and hope I always will. My tutor responded simply that he had not thought about things that way before. I refrained from asking how he had ventured to make such a generalising claim without thinking.
After that tutor session, I began to view the EDI focus at the college differently. After months of thinking over this discomfort, I have isolated three specific issues.
Firstly, the over-emphasis on diversity within education feels degrading. I am no longer a student with individual hopes, interests and motivations; I am now just mixed-race. My most noteworthy attribute is no longer my faith, my passions or even my culture, but rather the colour of my skin. Suddenly, I and everyone else who is not white are reduced to one of the most immaterial aspects of our character. Paradoxically, we are robbed of the ability to be recognised as equals. Moreover, we are suddenly different. For no reason other than our skin colour, we are now regarded as ‘other’ and integrated into a system of acronyms and victimhood.
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